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Michael just smiled and grabbed Will by the neck, pulling him into a hug. Will tensed like he was shocked, but after a moment he exhaled. “Came for me after all, huh? “Always,” another voice said. I looked as Damon stepped through the smoke, laughing as he dipped down, pressing his forehead to his best friend’s.
I stared at its face. “Emory Scott loves Will Grayson,” I murmured.
I looked up at the Godzilla on top of my supply drawers on my desktop. I’d done the right thing. Right? I hadn’t wanted him to know what was happening in that house. I had to cut him loose. But I did regret not trusting him. Whatever I had to lose, I’d lost already. I should’ve told him I loved him, and it wasn’t his fault, and maybe someday . . . Maybe someday.
“When nothing gave me a reason to get out of bed, my friends were falling in love, making babies, and I felt so alone . . .” I choked on the tears in my throat I wouldn’t let loose. “What do you think was the only thing that made me keep breathing?” My tone hardened as I clenched my jaw. “In my brain, I reached for you. I never stopped reaching for you.”
I felt a smile pull at the corners of my mouth. “So, what’s his name?” A gleam hit his eyes. “Ivarsen.” Ivarsen. My heart warmed a little. We had another boy running around. Kai’s son, Madden. Needles pricked my throat. I’d missed Winter giving birth. “Next gen, huh?” “Get your ass moving and catch up,” he teased. Yeah. I didn’t see kids on my horizon any time soon, but . . . someday.
Then I spotted my mask sitting on the bed, as well. I reached over and picked it up, the familiar texture filling me with memories and a charge of excitement in my veins at all the moments I wanted to keep, despite the ones I wanted to leave behind.
“Speak for yourself,” Damon fired back. “The role of the villain is only determined by who’s telling the story.”
“You need him,” Alex retorted. “Aydin Khadir doesn’t deserve us. That’s the difference between you and me, Em. I can sacrifice what I want for the good of others.” “And what do you think I did?” I fired back. I wanted Will more than I’d ever wanted anything. I wanted it all. I just didn’t want him experiencing the stress of my life. I was embarrassed. And I needed to protect my grandma. I fucking sacrificed.
His hot breath filled my ear. “It’s time you saw the catacombs.” A shiver ran down my spine, and my nipples pebbled as I turned and looked at him. “I don’t want to grow up anymore,” I told him. “Take me back to Thunder Bay.” Back to Neverland. I’m ready.
“Are you sure?” she asked, lighting hers. “I know what this place means to you.” “It was one night.” I looked up at the Ferris wheel. “I need my life to be more than one night.”
“Um . . .” someone said, and I blinked, noticing the car had stopped. “Okay, wow. I . . . um . . . I’d love to watch this, actually,” Damon called out, “but Winter will consider it cheating if she’s not here, too. I’ll go ahead and walk home, and you fucking owe me, Will.”
I fucking loved Will Grayson. I wanted to eat every meal with him, have that damn Mission: Impossible marathon with him, and let him knock me up as soon and as much as he wanted.
“I love you,” I said, and I could see people filming us with their phones out of the corner of my eye, but I didn’t care. “I’m wild crazy for you, and I’m sure I’ll kill you at some point, but . . . God, I love you so much, and I want you to marry me.” More tears streamed down my face as I choked out the words. “Marry me, Will Grayson.” I rushed up and hugged his back, wrapping my arms around him. “Can you marry me? Can I marry you?”
They all started walking, and Damon started off to meet Winter, but Rika stopped him. “She wants to do it herself, Damon.” He paused, all of them making their way down their paths toward us, Damon’s body tense, but his eyes on her every step.
And then Damon took Winter’s hand. “You look so beautiful, it fucking hurts,” he said.
“I can’t lose you,” she said in my ear. “I need you.” And I buried my face in her neck, feeling everything start. My life. Our life. We won.
“It’s a boy?” he blurted out. “Are you sure?” We leaned in, and I folded my lips between my teeth to contain the laughter. A baby cried, there was some shuffling, and then we heard Damon’s playful little growl. “Ugh, what am I going to do with you?” “Damon!” Winter growled. “I’m going to kill you. You better love him. You do, right?”
Finally, he answered. “Y–yeah,” he stuttered, not sounding convincing. “Yeah, of course, baby. But, like, are you sure there aren’t any more in there or something?” “Damon!”
